Manon Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

"Who are you?" "Ah," the voice sent a shiver down her spine. Sapphire wrapped my hands around her body and took a step back, a sense of fear quickly gripping her. "You truly are a descendant of The Twin Monarch. Your beauty and aura are no joke," Sapphire squinted her eyes as she looked at the throne. The person on the throne appeared behind a black mist and Sapphire gasped.

Or was. Just as she turns toward the Library, a sudden flicker catches her attention. Something had disturbed the open flame of the torches. It was swift and elusive, darting across the grand throne room. Her heart immediately picks up speed as her eyes dart after it. She spun around chasing after it until her eyes finally lay on something that had her jaw slacking in astonishment. A man now occupied the once-empty throne, an image of casual arrogance. Clad only in pants, he exuded a raw, untamed energy that drew Marisol in.

The throne at the far end was elevated, gilded in obsidian and bloodstone. Leonardo was seated on the throne. Dressed in deep crimson robes with a silver crest of his lineage across his chest. How dramatic. I bowed my head slightly, more out of diplomacy than respect. “Thank you for granting us this audience, Lord Leon.” Leon followed suit with a quick dip of his head. “Father.” The Vampire King’s eyes landed on me, calculated, bored, yet faintly intrigued. “Alpha King Ronan. To what do I owe the disturbance?” Straight to it, then.

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

Those left standing were either in it for the power, shameless sycophants, or still holding bitter grudges that one day, they may choose to act upon. 'Let them try to manipulate us and we'll see where that gets them… a fast track to my naughty list...' Maeve sneered, baring her teeth internally as she passed them. Ann ignored her as her eyes focused on the towering throne of the Goddess that lay ahead of her. It was even more beautiful than she had ever imagined. It seemed to be carved of the purest white gemstones that she had ever seen, and it seemed to radiate light from within it, almost dazzling all that looked in its direction.

all of their eyes searing deep into my soul. I tried to ignore them, their looks causing me to almost falter in my steps. Instead, I looked for Sebastian, who was standing on the thrones platform next to a man I’d never seen before. An elder, I presume. The throne room was decorated with white roses and candles as far as the eye could see. I looked up to see a round skylight on the ceiling, showing off the moon in its fullness. The Moon Goddess would be watching this wedding tonight, blessing it even.

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma

Her dark eyes sneered at my wide shoulders, my thick waist, and my black tunic. "She wears the clothes of a stable hand," the woman sneered, leaning over to whisper to the man next to her, though her voice carried across the whole room. "She has the build of one, too. Is this what the Lycan court has come to? We breed with royalty, Valerius, not with southern plow horses." A few low, harsh chuckles broke out down the table. My throat closed up tight. For a second—just one humiliating second—I was back at Gideon’s kitchen table. I was seventeen, wearing a stained apron, listening to Sienna laugh while Tristan looked down at his plate and pretended he didn't hear her calling me a cow.